Condemnation, a venomous/a destructive/a corrosive force, can twist/warp/deform the very fabric of society/relationships/individuality. It casts a long shadow/creates ripples of destruction/spreads like wildfire, infecting/poisoning/contaminating even the purest intentions/most well-meaning hearts/kindest souls. Blindly/Unquestioningly/Relentlessly

Sometimes the spark fades. Relationships transform, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something more meaningful: a friendship. It can be sometimes oddly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, shared history can still be valuable. It doesn't always happen effortlessly, though. There might be a p